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She then introduced them to Martin’s parents. "Not dangerously, I hope," returned Thames; "but fly—save yourself. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Buck up. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork.
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